From Here To Maternity

by Jennifer White

 

Peter shook his head. That stupid bitch, Stacy! What happened to the woman he had married? How had she turned into such a mean viscous cunt? So what if they were about to sign their divorce papers? That didn't mean that she had to try so hard to get back at him! She being a such bitch about things, claiming that she had owned the TV before they were married. No! It had been his! She wanted to strip him of everything.

What a mistake it had been for him to allow her to be the one who balanced the checkbook, and sent in the payments. He was certain that for the past year she had been taking money out, and hiding it somewhere. At the same time, they were always falling short, so she'd take money from his savings account to pay the bills. Now he had almost nothing. She was going to get most of their property, and still get to live in their house! And to top it all off, now she was asking for him to pay alimony to her, so she could continue to live in the style to which she was accustomed!

Peter just wanted to get it over with. He wanted to get as far away from Stacy as he could. After another round of arguing, and getting her to agree to decrease the amount of the alimony, he finally gave in, and signed the papers. There. They were officially divorced now. He could leave her behind, and try to rebuild his life.

* * *

Since Peter had married Stacy, she had pretty much cut him off from his friends, as many wives do. They had mostly hung out with couples, many of them her friends. Now that they had split up, these couples of course sided with her, and didn't even want to talk to him anymore. Except for one. Donna and Tom.

Donna was visiting Peter at his new apartment, while Tom was out of town on a business trip. In that special way that women have, she got him to start talking about things, and soon he was on a roll, letting it all out. He told her about Stacy hiding money from him, and all the things she had done to him.

"You're sure that she has hidden money?" asked Donna.

"Yes" he replied. "My lawyer tried to find it, but no luck. If she had cash, it could be in a cookie jar for all I know."

"You poor dear" said Donna, taking a sip of her tea.

Peter continued to tell her the whole story. He did feel a little better spilling his guts like that, although he was too manly to admit how much he was really hurting on the inside. He was consumed by the feelings of anger and his need for revenge on his (now) ex-wife, Stacy.

"I'm not supposed to do this" said Donna, "But this is an extreme case, and I think it is warranted. I'm going to help you."

"How?" asked Peter.

"I am going to tell you something now, but you have to swear to me that you will never tell a soul."

"Okay" said Peter. "I swear."

"If you do tell someone, I will warn you that something very bad will happen to you. Do you understand?"

"Sure" said Peter, not sure what all this secrecy was about. He had given his word not to tell. Wasn't that enough? Chicks. They were so weird sometimes. He would never understand them. How many times did he have to say 'yes' for them to get it?

"In my family" said Donna, "We have special powers. Some call it magic. Some call it witchcraft. Whatever you want to name it, the fact is that I can do things that a normal human like yourself cannot."

"Such as...." asked Peter, wondering if it could really be true.

"In order to set things right, you'd need to get some proof that she hid the money on you. If you could do that, you could tell the judge, and she'd throw out the whole judgment against you. In fact, Stacy might have to start paying you!"

"That would be so awesome..." said Peter.

"How bad do you want to get back at Stacy?" she asked.

"More than anything" he replied.

"In order for you to get the evidence, what are you willing to do?"

"I'd do anything" he said, the anger smoldering in his eyes.

"Are you willing to go beyond what any man can do?"

"I told you, I'd do anything" he said.

"There is a way I know of that you can get what you want. Stacy is very shrewd. If you or I just go to her and ask about the money, she'd clam up, and we'd never find out. But someone who she trusts more than anything could get her to talk."

"I like it" said Peter, not really understanding what she was saying.

"Her trusted friend could come to her to gloat about her 'victory' over you. Then she would talk, and spill the beans about everything."

"So you'll send the friend to see her, and I'll spy on her as they talk?" asked Peter.

"It's not quite that easy" said Donna. "How would we get her friend to say exactly what we want? How would we be able get her friend to bring her to somewhere we could listen in? No, I'm afraid there are too many problems with that."

"Then how can we do it?"

"I'll use my magic so that you become her friend. She'll never know it's really you."

"Cool!" said Peter. "Who is this friend of hers? I don't think I've met him."

Donna took a deep breath. This was going to freak him out.

"Her" she said.

"Her?" asked Peter, uncertainly. "I don't want to be turned into a chick!"

"You said you'd do anything. You said you wanted this more than anything. I guess we can scrap the whole idea...."

"No!" said Peter, still desperate to get even with Stacy. "It will be gross, but I'll do it, if I really have to. Are you sure there isn't another way? Some way that I don't have to, um, become a woman?"

"I'm afraid not. You don't have to do this. It is all up to you. Of course, if you decline, I'll have to put a spell on you so that you forget this little conversation. I can't afford for you to go blabbing about my powers."

"You can do that? Alter someone's mind?" he asked, thinking of what use that could be on Stacy.

"I can do many things" said Donna, putter her hand on Peter's knee. She could see his mind racing. "Don't ask me for more though. I'm already overstepping the standard protocol doing this much for you."

Peter was somewhat disappointed, but thrilled that he would be able to get even with Stacy. It was going to be sickening, having to become a chick in order to do it, but if that was what it took, he'd be man enough to be a broad for a day.

"Let me tell you some more about Stacy's friend. Her name is Cheryl. She is a beautiful blonde who makes her living as a model."

"I've never heard of her" said Peter, mentally scanning through all of Stacy's friends. None were blonde models!

"She and Stacy grew up together" said Donna. "But now Cheryl lives in Los Angeles, where her job is. She is so busy that all they can manage is a phone call from time to time. But Stacy wouldn't at all be surprised to see her old girlfriend show up in her time of emotional need."

"Her time of emotional need? She made off like a bandit! What about me! I'm the one who is suffering here."

"That's why I'm here, to help you" replied Donna. "Now we need to get to work right away. Lets go over the plan again, and then I'll transform you."

"Okay" said Peter.

"You'll become Cheryl. I'll drop you off at Stacy's door. You come in, and greet her as an old friend. You'll have to get over your hatred of her, and pretend that she's an old friend you haven't seen in years. Smile. Hug her. Tell her how wonderful she looks."

"All that stuff that chicks do when they greet each other."

"Chicks" said Donna, with just a bit of resentment in the tone of her voice. "Yes. Now she'll invite you in. You go sit down with her, and tell her that you want her to tell you every last detail of the divorce. Don't interrupt; let her go on and on. She'll probably say some awful things about you, and what a terrible person you are. Don't let that upset you! If you do, you'll ruin everything."

"I got it" said Peter.

"Very well. Once she's done, you tell her that one time when you were breaking up with a boyfriend..."

"I have to tell her I had a boyfriend?"

"Yes. You'll be Cheryl. She's a woman. She's had boyfriends. Anyway, you tell her that one time you were breaking up with a boyfriend, and you knew it was going to end, so you started to put aside some of his money, so that when he left you, you weren't empty handed. She'll take the bait, and start talking about what she did to you."

"Wow, you thought of everything" he said.

"I'm a woman" replied Donna. "We do that, you know. I know how women's brains work. If you do just what I told you, she'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know. And then you'll be able to have your revenge. I'll stop in after an hour to visit. You have 60 minutes as Cheryl to get the truth out of Stacy."

"Okay" said Peter. He decided it wouldn't be so bad to be in a chick's body, if it was just for an hour or two. Donna's plan was flawless. He'd follow it carefully, and soon he'd be laughing at Stacy, as the judge changed her mind and sided with him!

"Lets get this over with" he said, standing up. "Go ahead. Change me."

"Before I do that, I have a couple of questions for you" said Donna. "When I cast the spell, you will become Cheryl. Your mind in her body. But I need to know: have you ever dressed up as a woman before?"

"No!" said Peter.

"Have you ever walked around in heels?"

"No!"

"Do you know how to stand like a woman? Sit and cross your legs? Fix your makeup?"

"No, no, no!" said Peter, starting to sound angry.

"Do you see what I'm getting at?" asked Donna.

"No?" he said, now sounding meek.

Donna sighed. Men were so dense some times.

"If I change you, you'll be Cheryl. But you'll lack the feminine grace that she would have. You'll be in control of her body, but all you've ever known is how to move like a man. How to sit and stand like a man. You'll fall over in heels, and look like you're uncoordinated. She'll never believe you're Cheryl."

"But how can I learn all that? It would take weeks!"

"There is a solution" said Donna. "As part of the spell, I could keep some of Cheryl inside of her brain. So when you go to move, you'll have all of her residual memories. You'll move as she would. If you go to sit down, in the back of your mind will be the lessons that her mother and her sister gave her on how to sit like a lady. You'll sit properly, because that part of her will be in your mind."

"So I'll know enough to really pass as her?"

"Yes!" said Donna. "Plus, what if Stacy asks about Cheryl's sister? Or her mother? You don't know anything about them. But if you keep some of her memories, you'll know just what to say. I don't think you can pull it off unless we do this."

"All right" said Peter. "I'll do it."

"Very well" said Donna. "You may feel dizzy for a few moments once the spell beings. Don't worry, it will pass."

Donna raised up both arms, and looked straight up towards the sky. Her eyes closed in deep concentration, as her lips moved silently, as she mouthed the words to the spell. Suddenly, she looked right at Peter, and pointed at him with both arms. He felt a tingling sensation all over, followed by a flash of white light in his eyes. Just as Donna warned, he felt a little dizzy and disoriented.

Donna smiled at him, her face calm and relaxed now.

"You look dizzy. Why don't you sit down, Cheryl."

Peter's mind whirled. Cheryl. That was him now. He sat down, and noted how his long smooth legs automatically crossed at the knee as he sat, so that Donna wouldn't be able to see up his skirt.

His skirt! He was wearing a yellow dress! He had long smooth legs, with high heel shoes on his feet! His arms were so small now, and his hands so delicate. He had long bright pink nails on his hands! He looked down, and saw the two mounds on his chest. He had boobs. It felt so awful to look down and see them.

And then of course there was the lack of sensation between his legs. From the way his legs were crossed, if he had anything down there, it would have been squished. But there was nothing to squish now. Between his legs, he had a pussy.

He could feel the bra he wore, supporting his beautiful c-cup breasts. The long blonde hair on his head ticked his neck as he moved to look at himself. He gasped for air. It felt so wrong to be in a woman's body! How could he have agreed to all of this? And then there was the fact that when he had sat, his body had done it in the perfect feminine manner. It felt so strange for him to move like a lady.

Just as Donna had said, he could remember it in his mind, how his sister and mother had drilled him, teaching him to sit like a lady, back when he was just a girl. He could remember being a girl! It was so overwhelming. Donna kept smiling, as she handed him a mirror, so he could see his new self.

His face was so pretty! He had a tiny nose, thin eyebrows, striking eyes, and the cutest lips. He was wearing makeup! He held the mirror further away, so he could see more of Cheryl's body. He was a gorgeous woman now. He was trembling, as waves of emotions flowed over him. They seemed so much stronger in this new body. He felt a bit of a panic, and the need to return to his true self!

"Lets get going. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I can go back to being me" said Peter.

The high pitched voice coming out when he spoke was shocking. It sounded so cheerful and feminine.

"I'll drive" said Donna.

Peter stood up, and automatically grabbed the purse on the table next to him. Somehow, he knew it was his. His female body couldn't leave without it, and it was scary how he just picked it up and slung it onto his arm. It was also truly frightening how his hips swung as he walked in the graceful feminine manner of a fashion model. His mind echoes with the distant memories of forgetting his purse once when he was a little girl, and how ever since then, he had always remembered to grab it. These female memories were perhaps the most disturbing thing of all for him.

He got into the car, again noting how he moved like a lady, walking on heels as if it was something he had done all of his life.

"Stacy will never realize that you're Peter!" said Donna, cheerfully. "She'll think you're Cheryl."

"I can't wait to get her to admit what she's done" said Peter, as Donna started to drive down the street. Five minutes later, they were outside of the house where he and Stacy had lived as husband and wife. It was time to face her.

"Be brave" said Donna, as he opened up the car door.

"I will be" he replied.

He stood up and started to walk up the steps. He could feel his breasts jiggling as he moved. It felt so awful to be in a woman's body! Seeing Cheryl's reflection the glass of the front door, he wanted to do her, not be her! How could he be the fashion model he saw looking back at him in the glass?

"Oh my god!" said Stacy, her face lighting up as she opened the door. "I can't believe you're here!"

"As soon as I heard, I came right away" said Peter. "I just had to be here in your time of need."

"You are just the sweetest thing" said Stacy, as she gave him a hug. It was so strange to feel his breasts rubbing against hers.

"Can I get you something to drink? It must have been such a long trip" said Stacy.

"You won't believe how far I had to come to visit you" said Peter, smirking inside at the hidden irony.

Stacy brought out two glasses of white wine. She and Peter sat down on the couch together, and each one took a sip.

"Now tell me every little last detail" said Peter. "I want to hear everything."

Stacy smiled, then started to talk. And talk. And talk. Peter made sure to keep his concentration on her, to nod in agreement, and to smile when she trashed him for all of the things he had supposedly done. Stacy blamed him for things that weren't his fault, or that he hadn't even done! It took all of his composure to keep smiling, and pretend that everything was all right.

Donna had told him not to interrupt, and to let her go on as long as she wanted to. But after forty minutes of her ranting, he started to worry that she might take so long that he'd never get the truth out of her before the hour was up. But thankfully, Stacy finally stopped talking, and turned it over to him.

"But enough about me" she said. "How are things with you?"

Automatically, Peter started to talk. He was surprised how easily everything flowed out of him. He told Stacy about his mother, his sister, and what they were up to, as well as his job as a model.

"It was so funny" he was saying. "We were doing a spread for the new fall line. I had to wear this heavy coat with a fur collar, along with a hat and gloves. The director kept telling me to look like I was cold, but they picked a day that was like so hot! I was just melting, and trying not to sweat, and they told me to look cold!"

He could recall the incident in such vivid detail. It was so strange to have all of these memories of being a woman, and living her life. It was a good thing that Donna had included those for him to access. He never would have been able to make something up and fool Stacy this long, into thinking he was really Cheryl.

"How about your love life?" asked Cheryl. "I bet you still get all the hot guys."

This was perfect. It was the opening he had looked for all conversation long.

"I had been dating this one guy named Hal for months" said Peter. "He was like really hot. I thought we'd really become a couple. I was even hoping that he'd ask me to marry him. But then I found out he was cheating on me."

"You poor thing!" said Stacy. "Men are such rats, aren't they?"

"Oh yes" agreed Peter. "Now Hal was really well off. Huge house in the hills, three sports cars, his own company, the works. I knew that I was going to leave him. But before I did, I started to take some of the spending money he'd set aside for us, and I put it in the cookie jar at my apartment. When I told him I knew he was cheating on me and I was leaving, I had like over a thousand bucks!"

"What did you do with it?" asked Stacy.

"This" said Peter, extending out his arm so that she could see the sparkling diamond tennis bracelet she wore. It was so strange; he could remember Hal in such vivid detail. He could even remember what it felt like for Hal to hold him, and to....

Peter used all of his concentration not to let his mind slip down that path! He didn't want to remember what it felt like to have a handsome man like Hal make love to him.... to touch him so gently on his ample bosom, to kiss his lips and touch him all over as he laid in Hal's strong arms, and to feel how wonderful it was to be turning Hal on....

"No! Don't think that" he said to himself, trying to pull out before his feminine memories recalled what it was like to lay on his back, and let Hal put himself deep into his wet pussy. Ooh, it was so good.

"Mmmmm" said Peter.

"What?" asked Stacy.

"I was just remembering how hot the sex was with him, and how good it felt."

"Yes" she said. "Don't you just love it when a man is really into you, and he takes his time to really get you revved up before he tries to make his move? Remember back when we were in school, and you were dating Tony?"

"He was always trying to score right away, and he didn't know the first thing about my body" said Peter, as he recalled his first boyfriend. Tony was good looking, but young and inexperienced. He could remember Tony groping him in the back seat of the car. Cheryl's breasts were still growing back then, and they were so young and firm. As Tony touched her, she felt so excited at exploring her blossoming sexuality. But he was so clumsy!

"I had to teach him to kiss me" said Cheryl. "He pressed into me so hard. He didn't know that a woman needs tenderness."

"Exactly" said Stacy. "So you dumped him. And who was that guy you dated when you went off to college?"

"Billy!" she replied. "He was so much better. It was really hot when we were together."

"You were just a freshman, and you had the captain of the football team."

"There are advantages to being a cheerleader" said Cheryl. "You can get any guy you want, if you know what you're doing."

"And you sure did. After Billy graduated, you had what, four guys the next year?"

"Four that I've told you about!" said Cheryl, giggling as she recalled some of her sexual conquests. She had even dated a nerd, just to see what it was like to do it with an intellectual. He had been so shy and sweet, and so nervous when she first approached him! He seemed to be afraid that she was going to play a trick on him or something. It took weeks for her to build enough trust in him, that she was able to get him to ask her out. And it took the guy four more dates before he even made a move. Before he knew what hit him, she was on top of him, riding him, her breasts bouncing in his face. She had come so hard that night!

"And don't forget Sarah" said Stacy.

Sarah! In the midst of her string of hunks, she found out that her own roommate was in fact a lesbian. Sarah was bright, attractive, and also a cheerleader. Just to find out what it felt like, Cheryl had allowed Sarah to seduce her. It was so tender making out with another woman. Sarah knew just what to do, and how to do it. She took her time. There was so much foreplay that Cheryl had been just aching, when she finally started to touch her between the legs...

"That was the most orgasms I've ever had at once. She made me come again and again and again!"

"Why did you break up again?" asked Stacy.

"She saw me talking to the captain of the hockey team, and she flew into a jealous rage. I was just flirting with him! But she couldn't handle it, and before long, we weren't talking. I've never had another woman after that. I've only dated men."

Stacy leaned forward, and touched Cheryl on the hand.

"Is that something you've ever wanted to try again?"

"Not really" said Cheryl. "Men may be rats, and they may not know what they're doing in bed, but they do have the dick."

"You've never been able to resist a dick, could you?" asked Stacy.

"No" admitted Cheryl.

"More than once, you've been called a slut."

"Yes" admitted Cheryl.

"In fact, you're so crazy for dick that you just have no will power to resist one."

Cheryl nodded. Why was Stacy being so mean to her? What had she done wrong?

"And so, you won't be able to resist this one either" said Stacy, standing up and pulling down her skirt. Cheryl gasped as she saw what Stacy had between her legs: a huge erect penis, along with a pair of hairy balls! It was impossible. Stacy was a woman. But between her legs, she looked like a man now.

"You want this, don't you?" she said. "Remember how it feels to have one of these inside you. You can't resist me. Take off your panties, lay on your back, and spread your legs for me. Now."

Cheryl felt completely helpless, as she stared at the penis. It had such power over her! She trembled as she obeyed Stacy's instructions. In fact, she could not resist her at all. It was as if powerful hands were holding her by the wrist, forcing her to reach up under her skirt, and pull down her panties. She practically fell on her back, and spread her legs wide open, as she felt herself getting really wet.

"You want me to fuck you now, don't you?" said Stacy.

"Yes" admitted Cheryl, unable to say anything other than the truth.

"Then beg me" demanded Stacy.

"Please Stacy, please put your dick into me and fuck me now! I want to feel you inside my pussy. I need you! Please, fuck me!"

"Tell me that you are mine, and I own you completely" she ordered.

"I am completely yours" said Cheryl. "You own me now, in every way. I am your total slave. Please fuck me. I want to feel your dick inside of me! I'm aching for you."

"If I screw you, you will become my slave forever. Tell me you want to be my slave."

"I want to be your slave. I want to be yours forever. Just fuck me now!"

"As you wish" said Stacy.

Stacy moved right over Cheryl, and gently pushed the tip of her penis into Cheryl's willing pussy. Cheryl moaned, as Stacy pushed it in all of the way. At that moment, her will was completely broken, and she could only think of one thing: how to please Stacy. Stacy was the light of her life, her mistress, her love, her everything. Stacy now mattered more to her than even her next breath of air.

"I now release your mind to think the thoughts of Peter" she said.

Suddenly, Cheryl had a distressed look on her face. She was still completely Stacy's, her very soul belonging to her. Yet at the same time, Cheryl could now remember again the times when she had been known as Peter. She used to be a man once. She used to be Stacy's husband Peter. But that seemed so long ago and far off.

"You accused me of really screwing you over in the divorce" said Stacy. "But now you're really getting fucked over!"

Cheryl could only moan with pleasure as Stacy continued to thrust her big dick in and out of her pussy. She was so powerless! She wanted Stacy so much! She was unable to do anything but to feel Stacy's power over her.

"You silly fool" she said. "Didn't you realize that Donna was my friend? I can't believe you let her turn you into a woman like that."

Cheryl could remember now. She was going to get revenge on Stacy. It had all been planned out...

"Donna insisted that you be given a fighting chance. But I you fell right into my trap. I got you thinking so many of the feminine memories in your new body, that you got lost inside of her. Now you are her, forever. You could have walked away, and gone back to your old life as a man. But instead, you're going to be my slave for the rest of your life. You are mine now. You are Cheryl, forever! And you are mine."

Cheryl let out a load moan, as she felt the warm spurt of semen as it burst out of Stacy's penis and into of her pussy. Cheryl was unable to even think a thought against Stacy; she was so completely hers that she could only focus on how she could please her mistress.

Stacy stood up, towering over Cheryl. Cheryl noticed that Stacy now had a pussy again, as she normally did. She could still feel a big dick inside of her pussy. It was still throbbing, pumping even more come into her. She reached down at touched it. It was growing colder by the second, and she could feel it start to shrink up in her hands. A moment later, it completely disappeared, gone forever.

"Let me tell you a few things" said Stacy, as she pulled on her skirt. "First of all, congratulations! You're pregnant!"

Cheryl's mind reeled, particularly the part of her that had been Peter. She was pregnant?

"You will have our baby my dear. You will live with me, and raise our baby. You'll even breast feed her, like any good mommy should. That's right dear, you're going to be a mommy."

Cheryl touched her tummy. A baby was soon going to form there, inside of her?

"You are my slave now. You will live with me as my maid and my servant. You will cook for me, clean for me, and do my bidding at all times. I might tell you to do anything. For example, I showed your picture to my lawyer. He is going to waive his legal fees to me, because I promised him that I'd lend you to him for a weekend, and you'd fuck him all he wanted, all weekend long."

Cheryl felt sick inside. The part of her that had been Peter was in agony now.

"Or I might dress you up as a hooker, and send you out to make some money for me. I might take you to a bar, and make you seduce a man. I am going to have so much fun with you. Of course, you're powerless to do anything about it, aren't you? You can't even think a thought against me now, can you?"

"I want to serve you, mistress" said Cheryl, truly meaning it. She burned inside to make her mistress happy.

Now follow me, slave" said Stacy. "I will show you your room."

Cheryl followed her, two steps behind, like a good servant should. She entered the room that had been her den, back when she had been called Peter. Back when she had been a man. Stacy smiled as she showed Cheryl the closet full of clothes. There were half a dozen maid uniforms, all frilly, sexy and revealing. There were also a collection of short miniskirts and other sultty clothes that her mistress would make her wear from time to time.

In the corner was a crib, ready for her baby. On the walls hung pictures of handsome men, some of which had no clothes on at all. Cheryl couldn't help but to feel aroused. Her body could not resist a man.

"Go put on your uniform, and report back to me in the kitchen" ordered Stacy, as she turned to leave.

Cheryl took off her clothes, placing them in the hamper. She went to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of lacy thing panties, which she pulled on. Next, she put on a matching shelf-bra, that gave her extra uplift and emphasized her cleavage. Then she pulled on the black maid's uniform, with its deep u-neck that revealed the top half of her breasts. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her thing. She took a pair of dark nylons from the dresser, and pulled them onto each leg, being careful not to cause any runs. She attached her garter belt, and clipped the straps to the top of her nylons. The she pulled on a pair of black pumps with six inch heels, and finally she tied on the frilly white apron. Now she was dressed properly, as her mistress would want.

Following orders, she went to report to her mistress.

"How may I serve you, mistress?" she said, looking down to Stacy's feet. It wasn't polite for a slave to look her mistress in the eye, as if she was an equal. A slave needed to show her respect to her mistress.

"A friend is coming over" said Stacy. "Go to the kitchen and prepare us martinis. Extra dry with extra olives. Also, cut up some veggies for us, and put everything out on a tray. When my guest arrives, you will greet her at the door, and show her in to see me."

"Yes mistress. Will that be all?"

"For now, Cheryl."

"Yes, mistress" she replied, giving her mistress a curtsey before leaving her presence. A good slave needed to always show her mistress that she heard her instructions, and acknowledge her superiority at all times. She walked backwards out of the room. She must never turn her back on her mistress. She must face her at all times, as a token of her respect.

Cheryl went to work in the kitchen. She was washing the veggies when she head the doorbell ring. She quickly dried her hands, and hurried to the door. She mustn't keep the company waiting! She opened the door, and saw a woman standing there who she recognized as Donna.

"Hello, welcome to Ms. Sullivan's house" said Cheryl. "Please enter, my lady."

"Thank you Cheryl" said Donna. "I see that you were too weak, and you let Stacy trap you into becoming hers."

"My mistress is far too powerful for a weak person like myself" said Cheryl. "I dare not oppose her! I live to serve her."

She showed Donna into the livingroom where Stacy was seated.

"Mistress, may I present Mrs. Donna Powers to you."

"Thank you Cheryl. That will be all for now."

Cheryl hurried out of the room, to complete her work in the kitchen. She could her the two women howling with laughter. Most likely, they were laughing at her. But she could not think about that; she had orders from her mistress she needed to attend to. She arranged the veggies on the tray, as well as the drinks. She picked up the tray, and walked back into the livingroom.

Stacy and Donna were talking. Cheryl stood, frozen in place, until she was acknowledged. After five minutes, her mistress finally turned to her.

"We will take our drinks now" she said.

Cheryl placed the drinks by each woman, being sure to put a doily under the cups so as not to have anything drip onto the furniture and leave a stain. She placed the veggie tray between them, then took a step back, staring at the floor. She did not dare move until her mistress told her what to do next. For several minutes, she waited as Donna and her mistress chatted.

"Peter?" asked Donna.

Cheryl did not flinch. That name meant nothing to her now.

"Cheryl?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am? How may I serve you?"

"I want you to answer some questions for me, truthfully."

"Go ahead Cheryl, you may do as she asks" said Stacy.

"Yes mistress" said Cheryl.

"Cheryl, can you remember when you used to be a man named Peter?"

"Yes, Ma'am" she replied.

"Can you remember how much you absolutely hated Stacy?"

"Yes, Ma'am" she said.

"How do you feel about her now, Cheryl?"

"I love my mistress. She is everything to me. Without her to tell me what to do, I could not exist."

"Good" she said. "So you understand that you are hers in every way now?"

"Yes Ma'am. I only want to serve my mistress and make her happy."

"Cheryl, what would you think if a man came in here this very moment, and made love to Stacy as you watched?"

"If it made my mistress happy, then I would feel happy."

"Even though the man would be inside her pussy, a place that you've thought of as yours, when she was your wife?"

"Oh no Ma'am. It is not mine. I belong to her."

"Cheryl, what if a man was here, and Stacy told you to let him have his way with you?"

"I would do as my mistress ordered" she replied.

"Cheryl, I'm sorry, but I don't believe that you are so committed to Stacy. Are you willing to prove it to me?"

"I will do anything my mistress asks of me."

Donna picked up her cell phone, and pressed a couple of buttons.

"Come to the door" she said. "We're ready for you."

Moments later, the doorbell rang. Cheryl knew what was needed. She curtsied to her mistress and to Mrs. Powers. Then she backed up until she was out of the door. She turned, and hurried down the hall to the front door. She opened it up, and saw a man that she recognized as Wayne Gardener. He had been a good friend of Peter's.

"Mr. Gardener" said Cheryl, as she opened the door. "Please follow my. My mistress is in the livingroom."

She closed the door behind him, and led him to the livingroom where the two women were. She could feel the heat of his stare, as he looked at the exposed part of her boobs. The part inside of him that used to be Peter was very uncomfortable with an old male friend of his looking at him like that!

"Mistress, may I present Mr. Gardener."

"Wayne! How lovely to see you" said Stacy. "Please, come, have a seat beside me."

Wayne sat down next to her. Stacy immediately leaned close to him, and put her hand on his knee. She whispered something in his ear, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Now we will test you, Cheryl" said Donna. "You can begin by telling your guest who you used to be."

"Mr. Gardener?" said Cheryl. "You used to know me as Peter. I have become a woman now. My name is Cheryl, and I am Ms. Sullivan's slave and servant."

"You're Pete?" asked Wayne, not believing it.

"Yes. I was Peter. Now I am Cheryl."

"Whoa. You're a hot chick" said Wayne. He turned to Stacy. "That's really Pete?"

"Yes it is" she replied. "He is mine now though, a complete slave."

She then whispered into Wayne's ear, and again they shared a light kiss, as well as a giggle.

"Cheryl," said Donna. "Stacy has always had the hots for Wayne. We women always tell each other our little secrets. Even on they day you two were married, she told me that he was so hot she wanted to do him right then. She told me that sometimes when you made love with her, she would pretend it was with Wayne. So you see, Stacy has always desired him."

"Yes, Ma'am" said Cheryl.

"Cheryl, would you think that since Stacy has always desired Wayne so much, it would be fair to say that she wants him?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And if she wants something....."

"Then it is what I want, Ma'am" replied Cheryl firmly.

"In that case, would you be so kind as to tell Wayne that you want him to fuck your ex-wife? Explain to him that you're not a man anymore, so you can't please her in bed, and you want for him to do her."

"Yes, Ma'am" said Cheryl.

She turned from Donna, to face Wayne.

"Mr. Gardener?" she said. "I am no longer a man. I am a woman now. I don't have a penis anymore, so I cannot please Ms. Sullivan in bed. I want for her to be satisfied, in every way. Would you please fuck her?"

"You want me to fuck your ex-wife?" said Wayne, not believing what he was hearing. "You're telling me that you're a chick now, and you want me to fuck your wife?"

"Yes, sir" said Cheryl.

Stacy had her arms around his neck now. She smiled at him, and leaned in close to give him an even bigger kiss. She took his hand, and moved it onto her breast.

"You heard her" she said to him. "Take me now, babe. I'm yours."

Wayne was a man. He didn't need any more encouragement. Within moments, his hands were all over her.

"Cheryl, I want you to watch closely" said Stacy. "Watch as I make love with a real mn."

Cheryl watched every moment of it, as the man who had been his best friend went at his ex-wife, and started to make love to her.

"Think of it, Cheryl" said Donna. "Ever since your wedding, Stacy has wanted this. She was kind enough to stay true to you, but you didn't do the same for you. We know that you had an affair on her. Stacy was true, but you weren't. Look how she's letting out all of her inner passions on him! She has wanted him so much, for so long! And look how he's making her come, again and again. Even when you were a male, you were never very good in bed, she told me. You're better off as a woman, my dear. You never made a good man at all."

"Cheryl?" said Stacy. "Wayne has just come inside me so much! I don't want it to get on the couch. Come over here and suck it all out of me. Lick up every drop, before it leaves a stain."

"Yes, mistress" said Cheryl, hurrying over. She put her mouth on Stacy's pussy, a place where it had been many times back when he had been a man. But now he was a woman, and Stacy's pussy was all gooey from Wayne's come.

"Dude, you're licking up my wad!" said Wayne, in disgust.

"She's not a dude anymore' said Donna. "As you can see, she is all woman. In fact, if Stacy asks her to, she would gladly let you fuck her. She wants you, you know. She wants all men."

Wayne watched with horror as Cheryl continued to lick, until every last drop was cleaned up.

"You are clean now, mistress" she said.

"Cheryl, I have a chore for you" said Stacy.

"Yes, mistress?" asked Cheryl attentively.

"You will go home with Mr. Gardener tonight. You are to clean his house from top to bottom. You are to obey him in all things, as you would obey me."

"Yes, mistress" she said.

"Mr. Gardener is going to have several gentlemen callers tonight. They all used to be your friends, back when you were Peter. You are to make sure that you please each and every one of them tonight. You are to ask them how they want it, and then you will do as they tell you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mistress" said Cheryl.

"When she sees a dick," said Donna, "She can't help herself. She gets aroused so easily. You can do her too, if you're up for it."

Wayne smiled. He was going to have his own personal slave for a day.

"Cheryl? I go to your room and change. Wear the outfit that I have laid out on the bed for you, then return here."

"Yes, mistress" she replied. She curtsied, backed out of the room, then headed the to bedroom. Part of her wanted to cry, but she could not even think anything against what her mistress told her to do. She undressed, and put away her maid outfit. Then she turned to the bed.

There she found a black leather miniskirt, a tight white cami top with a built-in bra, and knee high boots with six inch heels. She put it on, and looked in the mirror. She would have fit right in with all of the hookers on the avenue. But this was how her mistress wanted her to dress. She returned to the livingroom, as she had been instructed.

When Cheryl entered the room, Wayne let out a whistle.

"Wow, you are one hot babe" he said. "The guys are going to have a ball tonight."

"You mean she's going to get balled tonight" said Donna, causing everyone to laugh.

"When you are with Mr. Gardener, you are to call him 'master' at all times" said Stacy. "You belong to him, as you belong to me. You will do everything he tells you, until I ask him to return you to me. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mistress" said Cheryl.

"I might let him keep you for a day, or a month, or a year. You will only find out when I want you to know."

"Yes, mistress" said Cheryl.

"You might end up belonging to him for a very long time. But just so that you don't get confused as to who is the most powerful, watch."

Stacy turned to Wayne.

"On your knees, slave" she said.

Wayne fell to his knees, and kissed her shoe.

"I belong to you, powerful mistress" he said.

"So you see Cheryl, even though he will be your master for now, even he belongs to me now too."

Cheryl didn't see Wayne wink at her as he stood up. She didn't know about the deal they made when he was changing in her bedroom.

"She is pregnant, you know" said Stacy to Wayne. "So no rough stuff."

"When is she going to start showing?" he asked.

"In a few months. You can keep her as long as you'd like. We'll talk later."

"Sounds good" he said.

"Oh, and just because I've lent you a slave, don't think that you're not still mine. I still expect you here every day to fuck me."

"Yes, mistress" he said, his face smiling.

"Cheryl, tell Mr. Gardener that you are his now."

"I am yours, master" she said.

She stood by obediently, waiting for orders.

"Come along, honey" he said, as he turned to leave. He gave Stacy another wink, then headed out the door.

 

"Well Stacy, your revenge is complete now" said Donna.

"Thanks to you, and your magic" she replied. "I can't believe he didn't know me well enough to realize that I didn't have a friend named Cheryl. And I can't believe he let you turn him into a woman."

"He was so desperate for revenge, he was blind to all. I gave him a chance for an out, but he walked right into your trap. How did you do it?"

"I just made him remember all of his sexual experiences as a girl. Soon, he was so wrapped up in all that, he wasn't able to even think like a man anymore. Now he's stuck as a woman forever!"

"And as your personal slave. How long will you lend him to Wayne?"

"You know how men are. After a couple of days, they'll get tired of banging him, and want to return him to me."

"Have fun" said Donna. "And remember, you owe me one!"

"Do I ever!" replied Stacy.

Little did she realize what Donna would have in store for her, in her future.....

  

  

  

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